Kind of sick but a good read

[Bob_VT]

Hmmmm in Dawin Australia....... a very fitting name! :tongue:

[KCALB SIRAY]

Sorry but this guy gets the Dee-de-dee prize of the day. No offense

http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i83/quasarradio204/retard.jpg

[Bob_VT]

IF he had done the PROPER redneck proceedure....

"Here hold my beer and watch this" he may have not had that problem........ but Nooooo he had to be greedy and not trust his friend! Serves him right!

[KCALB SIRAY]

Redneck law number 43, I forgot about that one Bob.

[GeneW]

My younger brother and a good friend decided to ride bikes together after hitting the bar. Many years ago, before my brother quit drinking.

They figured it'd be good fun to try to play "chicken". They were so intent on their game that they did not notice that the road banked to the right. They continued straight ahead, into a gas station parking lot.

His friend dumped the bike on its side, breaking one of the cylinders and getting some "road rash".

My brother's bike hit a ditch rather than jumped it, causing the bike to act like a catapult. My brother landed on his buttocks and slid a few feet across the parking lot.

He did not have leather on. The doctors reattached some delicate parts, sewing up a tear on his scrotum and cleaned up the road rash. He cracked his coccyx, which resulted in him limping for a time.

He also got the crabs. Damn!

He swore up and down that he acquired his case of genital lice "in the ambulance". I think he acquired it earlier, possibly as a prelude to the aforementioned behavior.

We later recovered his pants, which had a hole in the bottom the size of a softball. My clearest memory of the incident was him begging me almost in tears for some money so he could buy some Quell to relieve his torment. Instead I just picked up some for him at the pharmacy and let him go at it.

Not as gross as the above story, but a testament to one man's dance with demon rum.

Gene

[KCALB SIRAY]

My younger brother and a good friend decided to ride bikes together after hitting the bar. Many years ago, before my brother quit drinking.

They figured it'd be good fun to try to play "chicken". They were so intent on their game that they did not notice that the road banked to the right. They continued straight ahead, into a gas station parking lot.

His friend dumped the bike on its side, breaking one of the cylinders and getting some "road rash".

My brother's bike hit a ditch rather than jumped it, causing the bike to act like a catapult. My brother landed on his buttocks and slid a few feet across the parking lot.

He did not have leather on. The doctors reattached some delicate parts, sewing up a tear on his scrotum and cleaned up the road rash. He cracked his coccyx, which resulted in him limping for a time.

He also got the crabs. Damn!

He swore up and down that he acquired his case of genital lice "in the ambulance". I think he acquired it earlier, possibly as a prelude to the aforementioned behavior.

We later recovered his pants, which had a hole in the bottom the size of a softball. My clearest memory of the incident was him begging me almost in tears for some money so he could buy some Quell to relieve his torment. Instead I just picked up some for him at the pharmacy and let him go at it.

Not as gross as the above story, but a testament to one man's dance with demon rum.

Gene


Wow, good thing he got a rip in his yam sack rather than the stripper pole, I say

[GeneW]

Wow, good thing he got a rip in his yam sack rather than the stripper pole, I say

Yeah, he probably felt the same way.

Gene

[tk-421]

Substitute "sickest" for "dumbest" on the last paragraph. :thumbsup: